WHAT A SIGHT!!

Yes... sight...it has never occurred to me that it will affect me so much except of course my short-sightedness since my secondary school days.

Forty-nine going on fifty not only gives me more grey hair, crankiness and wrinkles but worsening eye sight

Long-sightedness or medically known as hyperopia creep ed into my life about a year ago. I was too proud to admit than that I am done with the hill and am now over the hill.

Going into denial definitely is not a wise thing and being vain does not help me either. I refused to seek optometrist advice and the consequence of my vanity makes me an agitated person as I cannot read small prints from newspapers, menus and a lot more other materials which I encounter daily.

Here I am now, surrendering to the gravity of aging as I cannot fight on further fearing that yours truly will one day may not be able to write on this blog due to long-sightedness, far-sightedness what ever you name it.

You can live without sex but not without glasses. Without doubt, it is so true.

So now the first thing to do is pay a visit to the optician and than proceed home to wait for my husband in bed.

Guess it is not such a hugh problem at all and at it's best, I get my sight and sex in order now.